"good."

Feng Yun agreed.

Because Night Demon asked this question, Feng Yun instinctively thought that Yan Beihan had already told Night Demon about the actions of the head coach, right?

So I agreed immediately.

But I don’t know that the reason why Fang Che asked this was: If you don’t give me anything, how can I find it?

Fang Che quietly entered the Night Demon Cult's headquarters.

He is the leader of the church and has the highest authority. It is naturally easy to enter silently.

There are only seven people in the Night Demon Cult, and they have never recruited any troops. There is a large protective formation, and even the gatekeepers are omitted.

After entering, we were still thousands of feet away from the headquarters when we heard all kinds of roaring sounds.

With a sense of determination and a desperate momentum.

It's like the sound of a life-and-death struggle with an sworn enemy.

Fang Che couldn't help but become vigilant.

This... are there still enemies within the sect?

While I was thinking about it, I heard a deafening bang, and the mountains roared with endless echoes.

As Mr. Fang, who has experienced many battles and often delivers such blows, he can tell whether the sound belongs to a punch to the head, chest, or butt just by listening.

There will never be any errors!

And this loud noise is definitely the kind of sound that can be made by someone using all their strength to slap someone in the face!

The slap was so severe that it made an earth-shaking sound, which shows how ferocious the battle was.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard another trembling sound, and the mountains roared and echoed.

A scream came out.

Full of excruciating pain.

Fang Che heard clearly and clearly that it was Long Yikong's voice.

The Night Demon Cult Leader immediately became angry!

Someone actually came into my home of the Night Demon Cult and beat them?

Who is so bold?

Out of caution, Leader Fang quietly hid his figure and touched it. He was thinking in his mind: What would he do if he was the guardian?

Then he finally made it all the way into the martial arts arena.

Looking around, Leader Fang, who had turned into smoke, was almost so shocked that he fell out of the void on the spot.

I saw many of the Seven Great Vajras from my Night Demon Cult on the martial arts field.

Everyone is practicing in full swing.

Ding Jerran was practicing sword practice with a large number of bits and pieces tied around his body and a bowl of water on his head. He was sweating profusely.

The same goes for other Long Yikong, Mo Wang, Ma Qianli, Feng Wanxia and others.

Their bodies were tied up with bits and pieces, and they were practicing individually. Everyone's face was swollen, and they had a bowl of water on their heads. They all had fierce expressions, as if they were trying their best.

But... there is no desperate opponent.

It’s just that I’m taking action one by one, taking action meticulously, and doing it with all my strength!

Then take it back and move on to the next move!

There was a sound of panting like an ox, but there was no target to fight with. So...where did that roaring sound come from?

In the shocked eyes of Leader Fang... I saw Long Yikong making a move, twisting his waist, turning around, and stepping forward to draw his sword... A drop of water splashed out from the full bowl of water above his head.

Long Yikong's face was full of frustration.

Stop and remove the sea bowl.

He stood at attention on the spot, with a look of death on his face.

Then Feng Wanxia on the other side carefully took off the big bowl on her head, walked over eagerly, took a deep breath, then used all her strength and slapped her!

Boom!

There was a sudden sound of the earth shaking and the mountains roaring!

Long Yikong screamed, blood spurted from his orifices, and he fell out.

Without saying a word, he got up by himself, exercised, recovered by himself, shook his head, wiped the blood with his sleeve, then thought about it, went over and put the big bowl on his head again.

Feng Wanxia also carried a kettle without saying a word and added some water to Long Yi's empty bowl.

Then he silently retreated, put his big bowl on his head again, and practiced silently.

Finally...a drop of water splashed out from Feng Wanxia's side.

Then the same as before...

Long Yikong smiled ferociously and slapped Feng Wanxia, ​​and Feng Wanxia was knocked back more than ten feet. Her pretty face was visibly swollen, and even the corners of her eyes were cracked open.

Feng Wanxia didn't say anything, silently healing herself, then holding the bowl of sea again, and Long Yikong added water...

Start the cycle again.

The same goes for others.

Mo Wang splashed the water, and Ma Qianli almost slapped him with all his strength. Mo Wang was almost knocked unconscious on the spot. Then he healed his injuries, picked up the bowl, added water, and started again...

Six people, three pairs, fight each other.

Fang Che could see that there was no mercy at all, and everyone tried their best, fearing that they would suffer a little loss.

The Great Protector Ding was practicing alone next to him, and there was no one to practice with, so he just silently drew his sword and put it away.

Fang Che was curious, what should Ding Juran do here?

So with a flick of his finger, a soundless burst of energy flew over, knocking out a few drops of water from the bowl of water on Ding Juran's head.

Ding Juran suddenly stopped moving, frowned, and began to think about his mistakes with a thoughtful look on his face.

I frowned and thought for a long time.

Put down the sea bowl, stand at attention, and then use all your strength...

Bang!

A slap fell on his face without being fake at all, causing the mountains to roar and the earth to shake, all the orifices to bleed and the stars to shine.

Then add water after beating yourself, put the sea bowl on top, and continue.

Fang Che was immediately confused.

"I'll go...can this still happen!"

When I carefully looked at the cultivation levels of the seven guys, I was surprised. Mo Wu was almost a Saint King, Ding Jieran was a Saint, and the others had also improved by more than one level.

"If you work so hard, there is no reason not to improve. It is indeed useful!"

Fang Che touched his chin.

"But it's still a little weak."

Fang Che touched his chin again.

Rolling his eyes.

"We must give them more motivation. As the leader, it is my duty to do so."

So Leader Fang hid in the dark and secretly popped out bursts of energy.

then.

Long Yikong and Feng Wanxia kept fighting, Ding Juran kept mutilating himself, and the other four people kept fighting each other...

The number of mistakes this afternoon was simply dozens of times higher than before.

In a short time, the seven people were beaten into pieces.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

Ding Juran suddenly realized something was wrong.

It’s impossible to make so many mistakes!

He took down the sea bowl in confusion, turned to look at everyone, and frowned tightly.

I saw that the six guys were still making mistakes and beating each other.

Ding Ziran's eyes scanned the whole place, but found nothing.

Then he made a prompt decision and took off all the weight on his body.

Turning towards the entrance: "Leader!"
To be continued...